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“That was fun,” Sleipnir said. “I wouldn’t have minded staying for the fight. It’s been a long time.”
Loki clapped Sleipnir on the back.
“It would have been an unfair fight, and you would have gotten bored. People don’t fight like Vikings anymore. Save it for the wolf and Thorunn. No one cares if you beat their faces in.”
“I do,” Ravyn said. “Iwant to beat his face in.”
“That’s sexy,” Loki said, swatting at her arse. “We’ve partied, brawled, and now I’d like to fuck.”
The night was still young, and I’d like to do that, too.
Chapter9
Loki
Inever turned down a little double penetration if someone asked for it. There was an art to doing it right, and it felt amazing for everyone involved when you did. But itkilledme to tell Ravyn later when she asked for it. I wanted to give her whatever she wanted when she wanted it. I could have told her everything and done the spell, so she didn’t get pregnant, but I didn’t want to ruin it.
Gods liked to pretend we were different in every way from all of our creations, but we modeled them after ourselves. We felt the same pesky emotions they did. They’d lie and pretend we didn’t feel fear and paranoia, but we did. Quite often. And right then and there, all my fear and paranoia were thinking about the gods who brought me into their family but never accepted me. I’d been myself around Ravyn and Killian, and theylikedme. I was just keeping this massive secret, and I really didn’t want to fuck things up like I usually did.
But they both knew now. They knew my darkest secrets, and they were still here. Yeah, they were mad, but not the angry I was expecting. She didn’t even try to curse me for it. We mostly talked the night she found out, but I hoped she was in the mood for lots of cocks tonight.
I was guessing she was because they needed to be touching me for me to get them back home. When I said what my intentions were when we got there, she flung herself at me like a spider monkey and wrapped her arms and legs around me. So many things I wanted to do to her. As soon as I felt everyone touching me, I called on fire and ice to get us home.
“I’m going to play with my new phone,” Sleipnir said, disappearing to his bedroom.
Kids, right?
Bjorn wanted to explore television and look up more things on his phone. They knew better to interrupt when it was fucking time. They both enjoyed women but understood consent and knew how to behave themselves. That was rare back in my time, both for the gods and their creations, but it was never me, and I’d be damned if my son and my creation thought that was acceptable.
Bjorn and Sleipnir were entertained, so I could give my woman what she asked for, and I redirected her. I scooped her up and headed toward her bedroom. Killian was hot on my heels. I wasn’t an incubus by any means, but my track record was pretty spotless about bisexual men, and I was so glad when I went for it, and he kissed me back.
Killian kicked the door shut behind us. He snapped his fingers and disappeared our clothes. I loved that trick, but sometimes, I wanted to take my time slowly undressing a woman while I worshipped every inch of her body. That was not tonight. My blood was pumping from the rave. Ravyn and Killian were amazing dancers.
I didn’t particularly like participating in brawls, but I loved watching and picking favorites. I didn’t do that this time and chose to get everyone out. Sleipnir and Bjorn could handle themselves in a fight. I knew Ripley and Killian could, too. Valentine was much bigger than Killian, and the first time I met him, Killian was winning that fight. I was pretty invested in watching this dual-natured warlock kick his ass, and then this gorgeous witch came out screaming. There was still time for all of us to give him a good beating.
I placed Ravyn on the bed and started nibbling on her neck. Killian joined us.
“Still want that dick sandwich?” I asked. “You know my secret now, so I can do the spell.”
“You’d better. I’d be madder about that than I was about the whole lying thing.”
Was this witch perfect for me or what? If I were honest, if it fixed a bigger problem, I’d happily lie my ass off about anything and apologize for itaftereverything was right again. Sometimes, people got more upset about the fib instead of being grateful I solved the fucking problem. They needed to look at the bigger picture. Ravyn and Killian got me like Sleipnir and Bjorn did. I wasalwaysplaying the long game.
I placed my hand over her stomach and did the magic that would keep her from having my child. I honestly loved kids, but I didn’t go about populating the world with them. After my family murdered my sons and I had to send Sleipnir away, I never fathered another child, even after making my peace with Odin. I hadn’t met someone I wanted them with, but I could see that with Ravyn. If she ever asked me to remove this spell because she was ready to have young, it would make me so happy. But for now, I was going to enjoy this threesome.
Ravyn giggled while I was doing my anti-baby magic.
“It tickles a bit.”
“I’d kind of like to tie you up and tickle you,” I said as I removed my hand.
“You’d better not,” Killian said. “She didn’t curse you for the whole Doctor Key thing, but she definitely would for that.”
“She could try,” I said, diving into those perfect breasts to give them attention.
We’d done plenty of this. Killian was much more comfortable touching me and me touching him, but for the most part, we always focused on Ravyn. Maybe one day, he’d be more comfortable going further, and maybe not. Either way, I was okay with that, and Ravyn deserved to be treated like a queen.
We rolled around, kissing and touching until Killian got up and got her toys. She had a lovely collection, and I would have expected nothing less of her. I loved New Orleans during Mardi Gras, and everyone would saythrow me something, mister.But, of course, that could be applied to just anything.
